Day 7

I’m having to be really systematic with storing photos – what happened today, where did we stay yesterday, how many days have we been walking? In amongst the seemingly endlessly fantastic landscape, I’m losing track of up and down, distance and time, content enough if I know where we’ll sleep.

It becomes a question of how much more can I fit in my mind. But jostling for space in recent memory are also the people: peregrinos all – the ones you hope to avoid, but keep on meeting (Hi!), those who after some brief laughing moments disappear into the distance; a hospitalero with the scratched voice of a mediterranean gangster (‘we like your donativo, not your alms, or we kill you’); patient bar staff batting away our apologies for our incompetent Spanish or Euskadi. So much compressed into a short space of time.